sons and daugthers
day by day they walk by unoticed
having everything and nothing
hurting yet smiling
smiling but hurting
what kind of people are we
to ignore the cry of our brothers
what kind of lives do we lead that we destroy hope
and breed lies
how can we rescue the hungry
how can we save the lost
how can we be the change that humanity so desperatly needs!
we talk
we care
we love
we write
we stop
we stop rushing
we stop daydreaming
we stop crying
we stop thinking
look up
i look up to see the sunrise and a hand reach out of the clouds
i look up and hear a voice cry out from the void surrounding
i look up and smile
i look up and realize i am not alone
i am not alone in this crazy place in this world of insanity
in this world of neverending sadness
i look up and see the loom of a shadow
it is a hand, an arm, a shoulder, a body
it is a friend
it is a lover it is a daughter it is a mother
it is my hope
my hope that the world has not ended
it is my hope that i am still breathing
it is my hope that things can get better
that he has not forsaken me and i am still worthy
i am still worthy of life
i am no longer disgusting and rotting
living in the shadows
i am no longer a plauge to be purged
but i am a part of the storm that keeps rolling
i am like the tide that takes over the rocks
i am a wave that pulls you in and sucks you under
i am the lighting, i am the storm i am the thunder
i am no longer just resounding
i am seen i am heard i have seen the truth
that is why i have come to share his words
the father of us all
he has lifted me up
he has saved me and i am hear to save you
heed my words do not turn your back
look up to the sky and cry out
cry out with your heart and take my hand
i will never leave you or forsake you
that was never my plan
i love you i want you
please just take hold
oh! the plans i have for you
oh! the places we will go
the things we will see the beauty you have yet to know
the true nectar of life
the true taste of pure joy
to be content and whole truly satisfied
in a world of want
i can show you wonders and miracles
how to fight and win
i can show you things that you have yet to even dream of
i can show you love
i have heard your cry
and i am hear to answer
please, just take my hand
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